BJ Villainess Chapter 294

“Huh? Wait, Jiwoo. You’re going to fall.”

 

Ozworld pointed and caught me as I staggered to my feet, swaying. I pushed him away, annoyed that he was treating me like a drunkard. But strangely, my body tilted back, and I flopped onto the sofa.

 

“Shin Jiwoo!”

 

Ozworld quickly moved to protect my head. The sofa was soft, so I wouldn’t have gotten hurt anyway, but he overreacted. The problem wasn’t whether I hit my head or not; this guy was still clueless.

 

“Hey, why aren’t you saying anything?”

 

“Saying what? Jiwoo, just stay still, and I’ll carry you.”

 

“Why haven’t you confessed to me?”

 

“…”

 

“It’s time for it… don’t you think so?”

 

Ozworld moved his hands from trying to lift me to cupping my face. “Can I?”

 

When he moved closer, the sofa, which I thought was spacious, suddenly felt smaller.

 

“I thought I had to wait longer.”

 

Frustrated with Ozworld’s hesitancy, I simply grabbed his face and kissed him. I felt his body stiffen against mine, but only for a moment. Then Ozworld picked me up and sat me on his lap, kissing me in earnest.

 

“Jiwoo.”

 

He called my name in a strained voice every time our lips parted briefly.

 

“Jiwoo. I want to be your boyfriend.”

 

“Mmm.”

 

“I want to live with you.”

 

“Mmm.”

 

Did I drink too much?

 

I was reacting to Ozworld’s whispers, but I was so out of breath and dizzy that I couldn’t fully understand.

 

* * *

The aftermath of drinking too much was horrible. I rolled around on the bed, groaning, until someone gently propped me up and poured honey water into my mouth.

 

“Keugh… I feel like I’m going to die…”

 

“Can you go to campus today?”

 

“Yeah. I have to…”

 

“Then I’ll move your stuff here while you’re at campus.”

 

“Okay…” I agreed naturally, but then I paused. “Huh? Why move my stuff?”

 

That’s when it hit me.

 

“I want to live with you.”

 

“…?”

 

Wait. Why did that memory suddenly pop into my head? I even remembered giving a vague response.

 

Ozworld looked at me with a slightly bitter expression and asked. “Don’t you remember?”

 

He seemed ready to back off if I said I didn’t remember, so I hastily grabbed him and answered. “I remember. We decided to live together.”

 

Only then did Ozworld smile happily, hugging me and murmuring with his lips against my temple. “We’re finally going to live together.”

 

He was so happy that I couldn’t bring myself to say I’d answered by accident because I was drunk.

 

Oh well. After all, I came along thinking we’d be roommates in the first place.

 

* * *

Even after we started living together, Ozworld continued to take me to and from campus. Nothing really changed.

 

“Mmm…!”

 

Except that as soon as we entered the front door, we’d eagerly press our lips together as if we’d been holding back.

 

I thought Ozworld had matured into a calm and composed adult, but his demeanor changed dramatically when it came to physical affection. Especially right after picking me up from campus, he was the most fervent. He hugged me tightly with his solid body, heading straight to the bedroom as if even taking off his shoes was a waste of time.

 

Honestly, I thought that if we got back together, it wouldn’t be much different from our high school relationship. But that was a huge misunderstanding. He was too energetic for a simple, innocent romance. I struggled to keep up with his stamina. Even when Ozworld took my lesser stamina into consideration, it was challenging.

 

The newfound discoveries about Ozworld as an adult didn’t stop there. He was quite childish.

 

“Jiwoo, do you like me?”

 

“Yeah, I like you.”

 

“Then why haven’t you changed my name?”

 

“Huh? What do you mean by your name?”

 

“You used to save it as Oz. But calling me Ozworld doesn’t make me sound like a boyfriend.”

 

Ah, he’s talking about the contact name.

 

“Geez. Should I just call you ‘Honey’?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I had said it jokingly, intending to tease him, but he took it seriously.

 

“…Really?”

 

When I asked, a bit taken aback, he kissed my lips and replied.

 

“Yes, Honey.”

 

I had to change his contact name to [♥Honey♥] right there on the spot.

 

I didn’t know Ozworld liked such cringeworthy things. Now that I think about it, he was very, or rather extremely, proactive in expressing affection.

 

Feeling guilty about letting him cook every day, I once busied myself preparing lunch for him in the morning.

 

“What are you making?” Ozworld seemed unfazed by it, following me around while hugging my waist from behind and frequently pecking my cheek.

 

“Could you step back a little?”

 

“I want to help.”

 

“You don’t trust my cooking skills, don’t you?”

 

“That’s part of it.”

 

“Do you want to die? I’m holding a knife, so don’t provoke me.”

 

Ozworld burst out laughing and pinched my cheek, saying I was too cute. He was so distracting that the kiss he started while I was cooking pasta made the pot boil over.

 

“Get out! Get out!”

 

I finally snapped and hit him, causing Ozworld to laugh and pick me up, carrying me out of the kitchen. He set me down at the dining table and said, “I’ll clean it up, so just stay here.” Ozworld tidied up the induction area before calling me over once everything was in order.

 

What I made was ragu pasta. Although the pasta was slightly overcooked, it tasted fine since I used store-bought sauce. All I did was boil the pasta, so it wasn’t really cooking. Still, Ozworld thanked me for my effort and volunteered to clean up afterward.

 

This feels like we’re newlyweds. Is this what it would be like if we were married?

 

As Ozworld had done earlier, this time, I hugged him from behind while he was washing the dishes. His body shook slightly with laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh along.

 

I now understood what happiness looked like. With him, I was the happiest I’d ever been. When happiness was too much to handle, it tickled my whole body.

 

I rubbed my face against Ozworld’s back and confessed. “I love you.”

 

The dishes clattered noisily in the sink.

 

“What?” He turned around, looking dazed, with soap bubbles on his nose.

 

The sight of Ozworld with white bubbles on his face and rubber gloves on his hands was strangely amusing. It was funny seeing him doing things he never seemed to do before.

 

“You look really silly right now.”

 

I reached to wipe the bubbles from his nose, but then I paused. It was because Ozworld was crying.

 

“Hey, why are you crying when I say I love you?”

 

I was shocked to see him cry for the first time. The timing of his tears made no sense, and I hurriedly wiped his cheeks, bewildered, as he looked at me, equally confused, and asked.

 

“…Am I crying?”

 

What kind of silly question is that?

 

“You’re crying right now.”

 

Ozworld removed his gloves and carefully wiped his eyes as if verifying a serious matter. Then he murmured in a bewildered voice. “I really am.”

 

Did he eat something wrong? Could it be that his race itself can’t shed tears? Is that why he’s surprised? Hmm. That seemed like a plausible theory.

 

“Why are you suddenly crying? You’re embarrassing the person who confessed.” I tried to lighten the mood by blaming him.

 

Ozworld stared at his wet fingers, then met my eyes. “Jiwoo.”

 

His voice was already sweet as honey when he called my name, but now it was on another level. Just calling my name poured countless emotions into me like a waterfall.

 

His eyes, which I always thought resembled a dark ocean, looked like a starlit night sky today. He looked at me with those eyes. His large hands cradled my cheeks, transferring a comforting warmth.

 

“What should I do, Jiwoo?”

 

“Why?”

 

“I think I like you more than I thought.”

 

“What does that even mean…?”

 

He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips, barely more than a touch. Despite being a mere peck, it felt more thrilling than any deep physical affection we had shared. It was strangely nerve-wracking.

 

Ozworld, as if confirming something, lightly pressed his lips against mine again, then pulled back. Once, twice… so many times that I lost count, our lips touched and parted. Oddly, just that much made me breathless, and my legs weakened, so I wrapped my arms around his neck.

 

He embraced my waist and kept kissing me as he moved us to the couch. I put on an annoyed expression as if angry and pushed Ozworld away as if trying to hide my embarrassment.

 

“What’s with you all of a sudden? Go finish the dishes. We’ll be late for the movie.”

 

We had planned to watch a movie at the theater for the first time in a while and had already bought tickets. However, Ozworld seemed to have lost interest in the movie, showering me with affection that made me feel shy all over again.

 

“Jiwoo, do you love me?”

 

The confession that had come out so easily earlier now stuck to my lips as if glued.

 

I frowned and responded bluntly, “…Yeah.”

 

Ozworld rubbed his forehead against my neck as if that answer alone was enough. His ears were bright red.

 

“I love you, too.”

 

I wondered why he was being so intense, but hearing him say he loved me made me feel so embarrassed I could die. I squirmed to hide my flushed face, but Ozworld held me tightly and whispered in my ear that he loved me. It felt like I was getting motion sickness.

 

“I love you, Jiwoo.”

 

“I got it, I got it!”

 

“You’re my first love.”

 

“I said I got it!”

 

“No, you don’t get it.”

 

How could I not get it?

 

Ozworld smiled happily and hugged me tightly as I tried to escape. “So this is love.”

 

It seemed he had lost his mind temporarily due to my confession. Exhausted by his endless declarations of love, I gave up trying to escape, resigned to whatever happened. If I’d known he’d be this happy, I should have told him I loved him sooner.

 

“…What are you doing?”

 

Ozworld tilted his head innocently.

 

“What?”

 

“Are you asking because you really don’t know?”

 

Pointing to the hand holding my clothes, I asked incredulously, and he pretended to think for a moment before kissing me with a pop and said, “Let’s watch the movie tomorrow.”

 

“You said that yesterday too…!”

 

At this rate, I doubted we’d get to the theater during summer break.